Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.